The other night I was sitting in the bathroom reading a magazine (Rangefinder, to be specific) and letting Scarlett play in the tub until I thought she was wrinkled and cold enough to get out when I realized I haven’t taken a single “bathtime” picture of her. We have dozens of bath pictures of Dylan. Whole series of photographs of Dylan bathing at different ages and stages, in fact. How have I let this happen? How is it that there are no cute naked-bathing pictures of our little girl? (I’m starting to think it has something to do with not wanting my camera gear near the tub. . . )
Needless to say, I snatched up my camera and shot a few. She is so beautiful to me, and in the bath with her face all shiny and her eyelashes wet together she is just something else. I’m glad I finally realized the need for these pictures because now that I have them, I can see how important they are. They are proof that right now, at 18 months old, she loves to play, she isn’t afraid to get water in her eyes, and she will dump cupful after cupful over her head just for the thrill of it. How long does this last? What else have I missed in this second child’s life? And worse yet, what will I miss in the life of #3? I can’t bear the thought of my little lady looking back through her life in photos and feeling like pieces are missing. She deserves the whole picture. From now on, I’ll be better. For Scarlett.